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lipstick gal series #4

Well.

This is different.

During the years I’ve been shooting Route 66 I’ve developed weird fascinations with certain of the photos I made along the way. (You may remember Wide Elvis?) (Or the Murder Church?) And now here’s Lipstick Gal, a mannequin I met in Seligman Arizona. I’ve edited the photo quite a few times and made seven or so monoprints of her. This one is my current favorite…she’s printed on a page from a book that I found in a thrift store. The book’s title is How I Raised Myself from FAILURE TO SUCCESS in Selling (c) 1949.

Hey, hello, again. I just wandered away to research some stuff on the page I printed the L. Gal on. The address mentioned – 925 Filbert Street in Philadelphia – appears to now be in a block that’s a shopping mall/transit facility/parking garage. And the Mr. George J. DeArmand that’s referenced lived his whole life in Philadelphia; he had eight siblings, most of whom died while they were in theirs 20s. He made it all the way to age 91, and passed away in 1944. Apparently, his upholstery-and-hardware lifestyle was healthy. And he had no problem killing a whole day gabbing to a couple of salesmen.

What does Mr. DeArmand’s story have to do with the L. Gal? Not one single thing, except that she landed on the page I randomly pulled from a book.

original photograph 6.1.2023
printed 5.9.2026

BONUS:

Lipstick Gal – Seligman, Arizona

Wide Elvis – Braidwood, Illinois

Murder Church – Allenread, Texas

over/hang

It is either family tradition or state law that any time we go through Santa Rosa, New Mexico, we have to stop at the Blue Hole, a locally-famous place where you can go scuba diving. (Yes. In the middle of New Mexico.)

“Someone” has a strong need to stand by the water and gaze upon it, sigh heavily, offer (probably unsolicited) observations to anyone else standing there, and otherwise wax nostalgic for those long-ago scuba days (which were as recent as last year, but whatever).

During this ritual (or legal requirement) I go to the restroom. And this is what the building looks like.

Blue Hole
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 11.8.2025

all souls

Part One

Prior to Memorial Day weekend of 1921, there was a thriving black community in Tulsa. This account from the JSTR Daily briefly introduces the events:

In 1921, Tulsa, Oklahoma’s Greenwood District, known as Black Wall Street, was one of the most prosperous African-American communities in the United States. But on May 31 of that year, the Tulsa Tribune reported that a black man, Dick Rowland, attempted to rape a white woman, Sarah Page. Whites in the area refused to wait for the investigative process to play out, sparking two days of unprecedented racial violence. Thirty-five city blocks went up in flames, 300 people died, and 800 were injured. Defense of white female virtue was the expressed motivation for the collective racial violence….

These African-Americans’ economic status could not save them from the racial hostility of their day. Greenwood survivors recount disturbing details about what really happened that night. Eyewitnesses claim “the area was bombed with kerosene and/or nitroglycerin,” causing the inferno to rage more aggressively. Official accounts state that private planes “were on reconnaissance missions, they were surveying the area to see what happened.”

(Note that the “reconnaissance missions” also firebombed the Greenwood District. Of course, this once thriving community didn’t recover. And it took the better part of century for the City of Tulsa to acknowledge what happed.

(For a comprehensive of this reprehensible event, read this article.)

Part Two

For years it was rumored that there were victims buried in unmarked graves. Early efforts did not support that contention, but lately there have been renewed efforts to locate graves. And just in the in the past week, approximately 78 sets of human remains were discovered.

Part Three

In October 2021, when I started photographing Route 66 as part of a collaborative photography project, it honestly seemed like a bit of a lark, a chance to find amusing things along the storied highway and gather up stories that were entertaining.

Part Four

This mural, though. Shocking. Stricking. Heartbreaking. Pointed. And not at all what I ever thought I would see.

Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 10.26.2025

city/rhythm

Last month, my collaborator VC Torneden and I were in Chicaksha for the opening of “The Other Side”, our ongoing Route 66 photography project. We were hosted by the University of Arts and Science of Oklahoma, whose Art Wrecker Gallery made the perfect space for our images.

We also met with students and I hosted a photo walk through a few blocks of downtown Chickasha. We talked about the importance of slowing down to see things, how lovely reflections in windows is, the importance of being nice to people that we encountered, and freeing our minds up to see small details. It was really one of the best afternoons I’ve had in a while.

Oh, are you wondering if leading photo walks is a regular thing that I do? I can explain it this way: counting the one in Chickasha, I have led a total of one (1). So there’s that.

Chickasha, Oklahoma
photographed 9.11.2025

window treatment

Helpful storage hint: if your closet or your linen closet is too full, consider storing your excess items right in the window. An added benefit is that the stuff that’s been stuffed in the window will help keep the cold winter drafts out of your house!

San Jon, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025